Moving his mouth to my ear, Jack’s husky voice fluttered over me. “Jenna.”
It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a statement. It was just my name, on his tongue, and I felt a sharp burning behind my eyes. The sound of his voice in my ear, along with the feel of his hands running over my back and thighs and his mouth kissing at my jaw, tugged at something inside me. Something undeniable, with teeth that sank deep into my emotions and confused me.
I shook my head away from my name on his lips. I couldn’t have Jack—or anyone—saying my name in the middle of this. I couldn’t be me, fully free, if I was reminded of who I am. Of my flaws and weaknesses. That wasn’t how it worked.
I ran my hands over his shoulders to his chest, then slid them down to his pants, grabbing at the button of his jeans until it was undone and I could pull open the waistband.
“Bed,” I commanded, breathless. I blinked away from the haze he’d put me in and stared directly into his eyes. “Now.”
I was over the up-against-a-wall shit. I had far too little control like that. His hand stayed against my throat and moved upward, forcing my chin to tip backward even farther so I was completely at his mercy. It didn’t scare me or make me uncomfortable, but it certainly made me eager to be on the bed where I could climb on top of him.
Jack’s eyes traced the lines of my face, warm steel seeing me, wanting me, knowing me. He released my throat and whipped us around, and then my back was on the soft mattress. He reached into the nightstand and quickly pulled out a condom. I took that opportunity to quickly slip out from under his large, eager body and pushed him down under me.
He smiled up at me. “So it’s gonna be like that?”
“Shut up.” I straddled him, momentarily jerking as his hardness rubbed against just the right spot, then refocused my attention to his shirt. I yanked it off. Then my shirt. I pulled it away from my body with one quick movement. Same with my bra, then I pressed my naked chest against his as I kissed him again.
He gripped my hips, hugging my backside against him as we bit at one another’s lips and licked our way around each other’s mouths. It was a feeding frenzy of kisses, our hungers both desperate and unfulfilled. Both too powerful to concede.
Pulling away, I pulled his pants off his body—he had no underwear on, much to my happy surprise—only to have him grab my waist and pull me up against him, my back to his chest, pinning me with the bar of his forearm. He shoved my pants down until my legs were free then slid his hand down between my breasts, over my belly, and into my panties where he firmly cupped my wetness.
I bucked against the touch, loving it but wanting more control.
His deep voice fluttered over my ear again. “Jenna.”
I whimpered at the emotional tug that hearing my name incited. Hating it. Loving it. Wanting to undo it. I tried to twist around to face him, but he locked me in place, working his fingers over my slippery folds so I was all but immobile. I placed my hand over his with the intention of pulling his delicious touch away from my sensitive areas, but found myself holding him to me more firmly. Wanting his touch to linger.
Sliding my wetness all around, he found my clit and gently plucked at it. I tipped my head back where it rested on his shoulder and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he touched me. One of my hands stilled against his, pushing him into me even more while my other hand bent around and grabbed the back of his head. Slipping my hand into his hair, I grasped a chunk at the back of his neck and pulled as he worked me closer.
I don’t know where my control went, but it was long gone now as his clever fingers slipped inside my core, filling the aching need between my legs. One finger then two, sliding in and out of me as I stayed pinned against him. But it wasn’t enough. I wiggled and moaned, wanting the hard erection I felt at my back to be buried deep inside me. Not his fingers.
He went back to my clit, rolling over it with the soft, wet pads of his fingers until I was gasping into the dark room. I slid my hand up from his and sank my fingernails into his forearm as he worked me to the brink.
Then a white-hot orgasm ripped through me, blinding me to everything but his touch as he moved his hand against me and I arched my back, bucked my hips, moaned and whimpered, until I was a complete puddle in his arms. For a moment, I was limp and weak, drained and satisfied, with my thighs trembling and my belly in spasms against his hold.
It was the best I’d ever felt, but also the weakest I’d ever been.
Drawing a shaky breath, I whipped around and shoved him back on the bed. Willing myself to recover from the shattering orgasm, I pulled off my soaked panties and straddled him with my jaw locked. Jack would not own me with his hands, his touch, his soft gray eyes looking up at me like he knew I felt something deep… like he knew…